Trails


Rocky, narrow, stone-filled
Paths.

Cedars, oaks, majestic cypress -
Blowing ancient whispers through the air.

Winding, turning,
Elevating up,
Cascading down
-forcing my direction.
I follow trustfully.

Who made these tantalizing trails?
Where do they end?

Our destinations will be the same.
We are of one mind.

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While hiking at a remote lodge, I contemplated who else must have been on these pathways before me...